"Oh? Interesting. So you’ve finally made your move. I was beginning to think there weren’t any Divine Chosen here."

Mushai rolled her wrist and grinned.

"What’s even more interesting is that you’re one of my kind. A Divine Skill with that kind of power... you’ve got some real talent."

Rosalia raised a hand and dispersed the dust before driving her greatsword into the ground.

"No one is allowed to pass."

"Holy shit!"

The surrounding rebels were stunned by the sudden appearance of the Divine Chosen. Even Damian, watching from afar, could not help frowning.

"I don’t care what you are. Heh... I’ll tear you apart with my own hands."

Veronica coughed lightly. Though she was inwardly astonished by the overwhelming ripples of divine power radiating from her opponent, there was not a trace of fear on her face. Instead, excitement twisted her expression into a crazed grin as the heavy cavalry lance in her hands spun like a massive drill.

The fact that both of them had taken Star Erosion head on and could still stand there chatting so casually told Rosalia everything she needed to know.

Today, she had encountered truly powerful combat oriented Divine Chosen.

Mushai squeezed her horse with her legs and launched into a textbook cavalry charge. Her lance pointed straight ahead as she surged forward with devastating momentum, like a high speed train crashing toward its target.

With a deafening metallic crash, the nearby soldiers clutched their ears in agony.

Rosalia raised her greatsword and met the attack head on. The tremendous force drove her several steps backward.

"One of my kind... you look a little delicious too."

Rosalia licked the corner of her lips as endless fighting spirit surged within her brilliant, star like eyes.

In the next instant, her figure blurred.

The Divine Artifact Broken Wings granted her astonishing speed as she instantly closed the distance. Her greatsword came crashing down, countless sword shadows filling the air as the surrounding space rippled violently.

With a fierce shout, Mushai chose to meet the attack head on as well.

Every exchange between them was heavy enough to shake the battlefield. Attack and defense shifted continuously, turning the surrounding area into a forbidden zone where ordinary soldiers dared not approach.

After more than thirty exchanges, Mushai gradually began to show signs of exhaustion.

"What the hell are you? Did Agnes send you?"

A wary look appeared in Mushai’s eyes. It was the first time she had ever encountered a Divine Chosen of the same rank who could overpower her in terms of raw strength.

"Agnes? Sooner or later she’ll become food... or..."

Remembering that she could not reveal her identity, Rosalia abruptly stopped talking. She swung her greatsword down with tremendous force while the gigantic dragon claw beside her struck at Mushai with equally terrifying power.

The Divine Artifacts clashed violently as razor sharp gusts swept across their faces.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there watching?"

Mushai was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

"I thought you didn’t need any help."

Although Veronica said that, she had actually been recovering her divine power the entire time. She had expended a tremendous amount during the siege.

A crimson aura spread around her as violent power erupted from within her body. From an extremely tricky angle, she thrust her spiraling cavalry lance toward Rosalia.

"Tier Three Divine Skill, Endless Severance!"

A chaotic storm of sword energy swept across the battlefield, colliding violently with the Divine Artifacts of both opponents and sending countless sparks flying.

The three women fought like savage beasts locked in a brutal struggle.

All of them possessed terrifying combat instincts.

Rosalia’s greatest advantages lay in the overwhelming dominance of her abilities and the Incarnate Synergy Battle talent she had accumulated by devouring countless Divine Artifacts.

The battle between the strongest fighters had reached a stalemate.

Although they had seized control of the gate, the rebels showed no signs of slowing their assault.

Large numbers of siege ladders and siege towers reached the city walls under the protection of the Mage Corps.

The moment the first fanatic climbed onto the battlements and raised his banner high, countless rebels roared in unison.

"Blood Sacrifice to the True God!"

"Blood Sacrifice to the True God!"

Although that fanatic was immediately skewered into a bloody sieve by countless spears, even more rebels and undead poured onto the walls and secured their foothold.

"Nightfall Domain First Army and Royal Guards, form up around me! Drive them off the walls!"

The hundred elite soldiers who formed the core of Nightfall Domain assembled into formation with astonishing speed.

Phield raised his hand.

"The Ring of Sin!"

A black ring spread outward.

Every soldier nearby suddenly felt their bodies grow lighter as all traces of battle fatigue instantly disappeared.

But Phield knew perfectly well that The Ring of Sin did not generate energy from nothing.

They had to finish the battle quickly.

Once its enhancement disappeared, everyone would collapse from complete exhaustion.

"Show these worthless fools the spirit of Nightfall Domain’s army!"

Holding a spear in one hand and the wolf banner of Nightfall Domain in the other, Phield shouted,

"Our homeland stands behind us!"

If they failed to make those mad dogs from the Shadow World Sect pay dearly today, Nightfall Domain would suffer endless trouble in the future.

"We fight to the death!"

"We fight to the death!"

The soldiers roared in perfect unison.

Keeping flawless formation, they launched a suicidal charge straight into the enemy ranks that had only just finished assembling.

A dense forest of spears and halberds thrust forward simultaneously, harvesting rebel lives without mercy.

The rebels retaliated with their own spears and sabers.

Yet empowered by The Ring of Sin and their overwhelming morale, the soldiers of Nightfall Domain no longer feared death.

One soldier was pierced multiple times. His abdominal armor had been ripped apart and his intestines spilled out.

Even so, with bloodshot eyes, he grabbed hold of three rebels and dragged all of them over the city wall together.

Phield showed no restraint in using his mana.

His spear pierced two enemies to death in rapid succession.

But the battlefield was simply too crowded.

There was no room to wield it effectively.

He threw the spear aside, drew his longsword, and hacked viciously toward the rebels’ heads, immediately unleashing another storm of blood and carnage.

"Die!"

From within the chaos, a rebel leaped high into the air, gripping a short spear as he thrust straight toward Phield.

Whoosh!

A firebolt streaked in from an impossible angle and blew the soldier apart into bloody fragments.

"Damn it. Couldn’t they have waited just a few more days before attacking? They had to choose the one time I can’t do anything."

After dismantling her Divine Artifact earlier, Gherlos no longer possessed any combat strength.

The only thing she could do was risk her life supporting the battle with a magic staff in hand.

She was so furious that her chest rose and fell violently, though the movement was almost imperceptible due to her modest figure.

"Keep fighting!"

"Summon monsters to reinforce the battle!"

The defensive line under Ben also began using its hidden trump card.

The summoning wands forged earlier by Nightfall Domain were finally proving their worth.

Once again, the battlefield split into three separate fronts, each one unimaginably brutal.

Sistina was in the worst situation.

Completely trapped inside the passageway, every soldier under her command had already been swallowed by the tide of undead.

Only she remained, desperately fighting alone.

Rosalia had gained a slight advantage thanks to her overwhelming strength, but the relentless bombardment of long range attacks prevented her from making any decisive breakthrough.

Meanwhile, Phield repeatedly led his troops in driving the rebels off the city walls.

"My Lord, the Imperial Army’s fighting spirit is absolutely terrifying. I’ve... I’ve never witnessed anything like it."

A priest approached Larson to report the battle.

"I’ve seen it."

Larson also realized how troublesome the situation had become, yet he remained perfectly composed.

"Commit the reserves. Continue the assault on the walls. And tell Clover to keep sending more troops."

Turning toward the senior leaders beside him, Larson nodded.

"Deploy the Tier Two Divine Chosen as well. Launch a full scale assault on the battlements."

"But... Tier Two Divine Chosen probably won’t make much of a difference. If we lose any of them, the cost will be too great."

The leaders exchanged uneasy glances.

None of them were willing.

Every Tier Two Divine Chosen represented their future wealth, status, and political advancement.

"The enemy is already on the verge of collapse. All we need is one final blow."

Larson declared firmly.

He was about to continue when suddenly a chorus of terrified screams erupted.

Boom!

Without warning, an enormous rain of boulders descended upon the rebel Mage Corps.